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I GROW MY HAIRSince 2009 no cutting Of my hair When my youngest son went in the Army My hair will grow as long As he is a Private A Private First Class A Sargent A Warrant Officer And beyond Like an Indian woman I mourn for my son In war I pray to God to protect him When he goes to other countries Where he sees things He has never seen before Where those men think leaving feces In the shower stalls is okay There where sand storms Take the view away When there are no roads to Get to a forward operating base And the fear of IED's Blowing up your supply vehicle Is imminent And worrisome But there can be no worry When on alert To defend the American way Against those who Throw acid in their women's faces Because of a lie Without proof of adultery Is a woman anything in these countries? She is the one who births the men who fight Whether American or other I often wonder if women Took testosterone to the degree as men have running In their bloodstream If we would be as ruthless as they can be Moreover I think about men Taking estrogen To calm their breed I think of this On a person's 18th birthday I think it should be done For a week or a day Women put on the testosterone gel Men take the estrogen Then maybe Just maybe We would know how each other feels inside Maybe the wars would stop Perhaps men would no longer rape Disrespect and leave women for being The weaker sex Then maybe women would understand Man's strength and will to fight I know this is not going to happen It is just a fantasy As me thinking Women and men should be allowed to be sterilized At 18 if they know they don't want children Life does not allow any of us that privilege To chose for ourselves our reproductive rights Until my son leaves the Army I will not cut my hair If he dies in battle I will cut off my braid To leave with him in the cold ground There in death He will remember me When he was a baby Grasping my hair in his little hands Pulling it out Not letting go Holding on to a part of his mom Because that's what babies do Not men Like an Indian woman I will not cut my hair As long as my son is a brave It is my flag flying for him Whether he and his think it's Stupid or not Today my hair is 31 inches long Half way to 5 feet How long will it grow In the future Long enough Long enough Long enough To pull his spirit Back to the baby He once was to me Because mom's remember Their babies more Than the men they become. 2/20/2016 2334PST cj Vote for this poem
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